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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.