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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Nico,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.