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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
UT,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.