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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Busters,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.