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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.