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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Shoche,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.