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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.