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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
UT,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.