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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Franke,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.