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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
X-102,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.