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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Lyres,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.