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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.