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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Cymande,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.