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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.