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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.