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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.