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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.