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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.