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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.