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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.