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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.