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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.