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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.