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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.