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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.