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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Nas,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.