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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.