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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.