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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.