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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.