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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.