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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.