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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.