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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.