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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
John Holt,
the Association,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.