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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.