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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.