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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.