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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.