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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.