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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.