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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.