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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Easy Going,
Technova,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.