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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.