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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.