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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.