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 India and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.