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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.