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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.