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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.