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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.