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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.