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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
The Move,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Crime,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.