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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Technova,
Sparks,
Monolake,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.