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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.