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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.