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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.