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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.