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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.