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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.