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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
JFA,
The Index,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.