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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.