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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.