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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.