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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.