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 Colombia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.