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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
CMW,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.