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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.