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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.