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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.