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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.