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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.