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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.