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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Can,
Slave,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.