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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.