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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.