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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.