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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.