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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.