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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.