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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.