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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.