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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.