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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.