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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.