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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
MDC,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.