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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.