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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.