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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.