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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.