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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.