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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.