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 Kosovo 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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.