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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.