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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.