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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.