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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Skaos,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.