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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.