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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Wings,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.