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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.