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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.