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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.