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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.