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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
CMW,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.