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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.