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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.