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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.