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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.