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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.