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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.