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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.