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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.