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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
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.