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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.