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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Monks,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Names,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.