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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.