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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.