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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.