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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.