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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Suicide 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.