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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.