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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.