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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.