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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.