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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.