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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.