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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.