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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.