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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.