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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.