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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.