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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.