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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.