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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.