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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.