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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.