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 Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.