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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Cure,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.