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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.