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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.