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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.