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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.