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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.