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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.