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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.