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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.