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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.