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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dead C 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.