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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Crime,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.