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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.