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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.