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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 808 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.