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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.