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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Associates,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.