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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.