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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.