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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.