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 Kenya and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
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Oblivians,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.