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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Flipper 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Nico,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.