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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.