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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.