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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Cymande,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.