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 Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.