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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.