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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.