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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.