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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.