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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.