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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.