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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.