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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.