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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.