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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.