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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Scion,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.