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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.