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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Slave,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.