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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.