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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.