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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.