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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.