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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Zapp,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.