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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.