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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.