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 Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.