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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.