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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.