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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.