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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.