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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Television,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.