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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Technova,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.