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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.