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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.