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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.