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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.