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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.