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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.