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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.