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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.