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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Crime,
Main Source,
Magma,
the Human League,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.