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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Names to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.