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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.