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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.