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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.