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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.