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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.