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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.