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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.