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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.