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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.