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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.