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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
X-101,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.