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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.