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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.