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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.