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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Scion,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.