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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.