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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.