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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.