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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.