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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Television,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.