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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Monks,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.