Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.