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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.