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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
June Days,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
the Association,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.