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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.