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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Television,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.