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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.