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 Peru 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.