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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.