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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.