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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Fear,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.