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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Sound,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Faust,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.