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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.