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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.