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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.