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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.