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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.