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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.