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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.