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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.