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 India and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.