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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.