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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Nico,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.