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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.