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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.