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 Spain 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Move,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.