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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.