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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.