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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Index,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.