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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.