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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.