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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.