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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.