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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s 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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.