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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
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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.