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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Television,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.