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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Index,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.