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 Albania 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.