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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Names,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.