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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.