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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.