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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.