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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Q65 to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.