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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.