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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.