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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.