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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Slave,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.