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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.