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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.