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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.