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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.