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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.