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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.