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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.