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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.