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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.