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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.