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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.