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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.