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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
X-101,
Swans,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.