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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.