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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.