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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.