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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.