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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.