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 Armenia and from London.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.