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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.