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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.