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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.