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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.