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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
10cc,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.