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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.