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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.