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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Names,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.