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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.