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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Aswad,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.