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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.