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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.