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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.