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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.