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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.