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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.