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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Magma,
Mars,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.