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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Nas,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.