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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Ituana,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.