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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.