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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.