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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.