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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.