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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.