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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.