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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Martian,
Index,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.