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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.