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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.