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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.