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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.