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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.