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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.