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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.