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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.