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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.