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 France and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.