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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Doors,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.