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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.