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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.