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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.