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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.