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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.