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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.