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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.