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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.