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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
June Days,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.