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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.