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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.