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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
MC5,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.