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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.