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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.