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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.