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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.