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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.