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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.