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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.