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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.