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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.