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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.