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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.