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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.