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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.