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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
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Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.