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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.