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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.