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 Marshall Islands 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.