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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Index,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Smog,
Flipper,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.