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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.