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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.