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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.