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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.