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 Chile 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.