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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.