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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.