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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Slave,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.