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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.