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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.