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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.