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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.