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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.