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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.