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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
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.