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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.