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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.