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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the techno 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.