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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Black Flag 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.