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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Fluxion 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.