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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.