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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.