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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.