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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.