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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.