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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.