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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.