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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bill Wells 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.