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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.