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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.