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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.