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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.