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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.