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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.