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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.