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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.