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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.