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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.