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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.