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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.