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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.