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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.