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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.