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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.