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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.