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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.