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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.