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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.