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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.