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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
ABC,
Monks,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.