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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.