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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.