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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Associates,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.