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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.