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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
PIL,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.