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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Rakim,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.