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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.