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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 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 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.