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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.