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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Names,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.