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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Pylon,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.