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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Technova to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.