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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.