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 Belize 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.