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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.