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 Turkmenistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.