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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.