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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.