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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.