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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
PIL,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.