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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.