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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
June of 44,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.