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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.