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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Brick,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.