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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.