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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.