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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.