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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.