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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.