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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.