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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.