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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.