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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.