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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.