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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.