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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.