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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.