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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Monolake,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.