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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.