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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.