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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
UT,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.