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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.