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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.