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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.