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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.