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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.