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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.