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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.