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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.