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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.