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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.