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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.