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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.