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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.