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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.