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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.