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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.