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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.