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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.