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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.