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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.