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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.