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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.