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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.