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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.