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 Belize and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.