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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.