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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.