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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.