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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.