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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.