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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.