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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.