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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Standells,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.