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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.