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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.