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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.