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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.