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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.