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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.