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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.