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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.