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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.