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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.