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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.