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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.