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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Wire,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.