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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.