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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.