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 China 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
UT,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.