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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.