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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Nas,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.