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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.