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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.