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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Brick,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.