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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.