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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.