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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
cv313,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.