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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.