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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.