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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.