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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.