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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.