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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.