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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.