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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.