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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.