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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.