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 Panama and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.